It was Sunday morning, and I woke up in the dorms, in my bed, with Zach’s strong arms wrapped around me. Cam had his family with him, so we decided to drive back to Milwaukee instead of spending the night in Chicago. It was about 2AM when we got back, and Eric was at Max’s (as he typically was on Saturday night), so we slept in my bed.
“Hey, we should probably get up and get ready for church” Zach whispered in my ear. I didn’t respond. I had no plans or desire to go to church. After what god did to Cam, I decided he wasn’t worth my time.
Instead of words, I reached back and grabbed Zach’s warm, flaccid member. The warm, hefty slab of man meat felt so good in my hand, growing bigger and thicker as I slowly stroked it. In a minute or two Zach was moaning in my ear and kissing my neck. I was going to make him forget all about church. He nestled his growing cock between the fleshy globes of my ass and rubbed it up and down, dry humping my crevice. The warmth of his fleshy tube inflamed my desire and I pushed back into him, my ass crack begging for more. For a moment, everything else was out of my head. This was my entire world and it felt good.
Zach started breathing heavier as he pushed harder against me, I turned my head so I could kiss his lips. “fuck me” I whispered in a breathy voice.
Zach’s eyes went wide, “really?!” I had only taken his cock in me twice, the first time was very sweet and romantic, the second time was carnal and hard. It was still new, and Zach was still surprised when I asked for it.
“Yeah really, I want to feel you in me” I said. I needed to feel him, I needed an escape from all the bullshit going on in my world. Zach reached into my nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted some in his hand, then took a lubed-up finger and started to work my tight, aching hole. God, his touch felt so good as he twisted his finger inside of me searching for my prostate. He hit the spot and I yelped into his mouth.
“Right there?” he whispered through our kiss, “is that the spot that makes you crazy?”
“Yeah, right there” I said pushing against his probing digit, wanting to feel that sensation as much as possible.” Oh my god, it was euphoric, and I started to push my face harder against his, twisting my neck to meet his kiss. “fuck me” I said again, begging and commanding at the same time. Zach removed his finger and pushed his bulbous head against my tight pucker and held it there as our kiss got harder and more passionate. Then he pushed, I pushed out my sphincter and welcomed his invasion. FUCK! It was amazing. Every time his finger entered me was a brand new, mind-blowing sensation that took over my entire being.
THIS, this is what mattered right now. His hard, throbbing cock inside of me and his strong arms around me made me forget everything that was wrong with the world. The images of my best friend lying in a hospital bed, hurt, and feeling hopeless from a senseless beating just disappeared as feelings of lust replaced the sadness and anger. I wanted Zach to push into me hard and deep. Yeah, I loved Zach, I loved making love to Zach, but right now I wanted him to fuck me again, like he did the other night. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep, fuck the pain away once again.
He pushed all the way in me with one long, slow, steady stroke until his balls were resting on my ass. I rolled onto my stomach, he followed, still lodged in my tight, gripping ass. As he laid on top of me, I maneuvered onto all fours, and he was now mounting me doggy-style. “Now fuck me” I said.
I could hear Zach giggle a little as he asked, “are you sure?”
“Give it to me hard, Zach. Smack my ass. OWN my ass” I yelled in a voice I didn’t recognize. My request was met with a loud, hard SMACK, then another, And a third. As he smacked my ass, I could feel him pulling out of me, then in one long, hard, painful stroke he shoved his member deep into me guts, as the fourth smack landed on my ass. His hand landing a hard smack on my ass, his balls slapping against my crack, the pain of his throbbing tool bottoming out… it all felt too awesome! Raw sex in its purest form.
“Fuck yes, give it to me” I yelled. Zach complied as he thrust in and out, in and out, over, and over, smacking my ass hard. I’m sure he was turning my behind red, but I loved it. It was an escape. A badly needed escape.
“I’m cumming” he yelled as he thrust even harder (which I didn’t think was possible), he shot deep inside my bowels, his warm essence filling my cavity and lubing up my tight hole. Zach grunted and groaned behind me as he continued to thrust and shoot deep into me. Finally, he gave me his final thrust and held himself deep within me. I squeezed my sphincter shut, gripping him so tight that he couldn’t have pulled out if he wanted to. He was in me, and he was mine! I wasn’t going to let go of his member or this feeling of completeness.
“Oh, my fucking god” Zach panted “That was fucking AMAZING” he panted as he leaned over my sweaty back to kiss my neck, his cock still hard inside me. He calmed down a little and then asked with concern “Are you okay, I kind of lost it. Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck no. I wanted it, I wanted it all! It felt so fucking incredible.” I said as he pulled out of me, and I rolled onto my back. I felt a little empty for a second, but before I could even miss his presence inside me, he dove onto my throbbing dick and took it all the way down his hot throat. Making me wince in pleasure. If Zach learned nothing else his first semester of college, he learned how to suck cock. Oh my god he was incredible as he moved up and down at the perfect pace while his hand used his saliva to lube up and stimulate every inch of my shaft that wasn’t covered by his hot mouth. It didn’t take long before I was about to cum. I pulled him off me so I could make it last. He went back down on me and took me to the brink again, then I pulled him off again. I didn’t want this feeling to end. I was edging for the first time, and I loved it. Zach took to the idea of having control instantly. I could tell he liked bringing me to the brink, then stopping. HE was in control of my pleasure, and it was obvious he was reveling in it. Finally, he decided it was time for me to cum and he quickened his pace on my shaft, sucking, stroking, twisting his hand around me. It was amazing and I blew my wad down his throat without warning. He didn’t flinch, he swallowed every drop of his reward. I call it his reward because he earned it by giving me such immense pleasure, and more importantly providing me an escape.
He scooted up next to me on the tiny bed and laid next to me huffing and puffing. “Fuck that was amazing” I said. Then I turned to him, kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “Thank you for knowing what I needed.” He just touched my face and looked at me. We were getting to know each other well, he was starting to know when I needed to be loved, and when I just needed to be taken.
“It’s late, we need to get ready for church” Zach said.
“I’m not going today” I said.
Zach looked at me with an expression of shock on his beautiful face. “C’mon, we always got to church” he said to me as he got out of bed. He was standing there buck naked with a semi-hard cock when Eric burst through the door.
“Oh shit!” Eric exclaimed in his shock. “I thought you guys were staying in Chicago last night” he said with his words as his eyes looked at Zach’s glistening cock. He realized he was staring at it and did his best to make eye contact as Zach looked for his underwear and I pulled the blanket over me.
“Cam’s family was there, so we decided to come home and give them some time together.” I said.
“How is he?” Eric asked as he gained his composure and was able to ignore Zach’s cock and concentrated on me.
“Bad, he got beat with a baseball bat. His body will heal, but I’m afraid this will fuck up is head.” I said as I came back into the real world. My escape into the world of lust was over. “He’s a sensitive guy who was already dealing with a lot. He hates it there, but frankly, I doubt if he’ll even finish out the semester.” Eric and I continued to talk for a few minutes as Zach went off to the showers. Eric changed for church as we talked about Cam.
About fifteen minutes later Zach returned, ready for church. Eric looked at me and said, “let’s go, we’re gonna be late.”
“You guys go ahead; I’m not going today” I said unceremoniously. As I reached for my underwear and put them on under the covers.
“But Seth, you never miss…” Eric started to say as Zach looked on.
“Don’t, Eric.” I barked back. “I’m pissed at god right now, and I need to deal with it. This is my issue. Just let me figure it out. Okay?” I said with a weak smile. It was obvious that Zach was going to try to talk me into it, then thought better of it.
“Well, I’m going. My boyfriend taught me that church is a good way to center yourself” he said. “C’mon Eric.” Then Zach came over to me, kissed me on the cheek and said, “I wish you’d reconsider, but I understand.” I just shook my head no; he knew he wasn’t going to change my mind. The two of them left to meet Max for church. I stayed behind.
The next couple of weeks were intense. Cam’s parents had moved him back to Arizona, he basically lost the entire semester. He and I talked regularly. He was seeing a therapist, and he was healing at a good pace. He was accepted into the trade school, and we even found him a nice apartment halfway between his campus and mine, we’d be living less than a mile away from each other. He was so excited about moving to Milwaukee and rebooting his life, but his parents were still apprehensive about him moving away again and were trying to convince him to take a semester off and enroll in the fall or find a local school. He wasn’t hearing any of it.
The police investigation didn’t take long. Between the surveillance footage, the complaint Cam had filed, and the interviews with Barry and his friends the police had enough evidence to arrest Dave (Barry’s friend who had put Cam up against the wall) within a couple of days. Cam’s complaint, and Adam’s confirmation had resulted in him being evicted from the Dorm effective at the end of the semester and being suspended from the baseball team pending the school’s investigation. Apparently, that was enough to set him off into a rage, so he grabbed his baseball bat and went after Cam. When the detective showed up at the dorm to question him and the others involved, he ended up turning himself in. He had the bat he used on Cam leaning against the wall in a corner of his room. The case was far from closed and would likely go on for a long time, but at least they caught the guy and Cam could feel a little safer. Adam, Cam’s RA was the only one that seemed to show any remorse. He called Cam regularly after he moved home and did his best to apologize for letting the others bully him. It was clear he felt guilty. Cam, being the man he is, forgave him, but I don’t think it eased his guilt. Adam was a decent guy who made a mistake His conscious would likely haunt him for the rest of his life.
Meanwhile I was wrapping up the semester and preparing for final exams. My grades were decent so far and I was ready for my exams. I was still not going to church; I was so conflicted. I had worked hard to accept god as a loving being, then BAM, he beats the shit out of Cam. None of it made sense. Zach, Eric, and Max continued to go to church on Sundays and did their damnedest to get me to go. I held tight to my stance… I was giving god the silent treatment.
The week of Christmas and the end of our first semester came quickly, and everyone was excited for the break. Exams were over and It was our last night together before we all went our separate ways and headed home for the holidays. We had a great last night together, Gina made us all do a white-elephant gift exchange in our lounge. Teddy ended up turning into a drinking game I lost big time and got pretty drunk. I was extremely nervous about meeting Zach’s family and had a rough time concentrating. It’s not like he’d dump me if they didn’t like me, but it was clear we were going to be together for a while and life would be so much better if we all just liked each other.
I had wracked my brain trying to find the perfect gifts for his family. It’s hard enough to buy for people you know, but strangers… ARGH! His father loved to cook, so I settled on a cookbook for him and made up a gift basket with imported olive oil, and some rare spices. The woman at the little shop downtown told me any real gourmet would flip over it. For his mother I found a beautiful frame, Zach gave me a picture of him, his parents, and his sister standing in front of their home the day they moved in to add to the frame. It was his mother’s favorite photo. His little sister Riley was easy. She was sixteen and wanted to go to some concert in Milwaukee in January. Zach and I pitched in and bought four tickets and were going to take her and a friend, then she could stay overnight at the dorms with us. We would make a weekend of it, Zach said she’d go crazy for it.
It was December 23rd. Final exams were over, and Zach’s dad was waiting in the parking garage for us. He was picking us up to spend Christmas Eve at their house, then on Christmas morning we would take Zach’s car and go to Mom and Pop Nicholls to spend Christmas with my family. “Hi Mr. Hall” I said as I jumped in the back seat and Zach got into the passenger seat.
“Hi Seth, it’s good to see you again. Call me Nathan and you can call my wife Kelly” Nathan said in a friendly voice as he looked me up and down gazing between the two front seats. “Kelly and Riley are psyched that you’re coming.”
“Thank you, I’m excited to meet everybody” I said. We continued to make small talk during the drive. Zach was telling Nathan all about our trip to Arizona. Nathan was laughing and asking questions. I couldn’t quite read the guy, he was happy for his son, but there was something else in there… I don’t know, maybe jealousy. I could see his wheels turning, but I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. His dad exited the highway and we drove through the cutest little rural town. Everything was decorated for Christmas. We drove down the main street past the cute little shops and churches, past city hall, through a neighborhood of beautiful old homes, and pulled into the driveway of a beautiful old, redbrick colonial. It was impeccably decorated for the holiday with tasteful white twinkle lights, a small wreath on every window and door, and a massive wreath at the peak of the garage at the end of the driveway, just behind the house. His mom and sister were waiting for us on the front porch.
We got out of the car and Nathan handed Zach and envelope “here’s your first Christmas gift.” Zach opened the envelope and took out a little sticker, then he got a big smile on his face.
“Seriously?” he said as he looked up at this dad.
“Yup. I paid for parking at the dorms for the next semester, I also had your car tuned-up and washed it. You can take it back after the break.” His dad said.
Zach hugged him. Then, ignoring his mother and sister on the porch, he ran towards the garage with me following. His little Navy blue VW GTI was sitting in the garage, all shined up. He put the sticker on the window. Then we walked around the house and through the front door. Kelly and Riley were both excited to see Zach and greeted me warmly. “So, you decided to hug that damn car before you hugged your own mother. Nice.” Kelly said as she hugged her son. He just laughed and gave he a kiss.
The house was very welcoming, and the smell of cinnamon and cider wafted through the air. The perfectly decorated tree stood in the corner of the living room. There was a smaller tree covered in homemade ornaments perched on a pedestal in the foyer. I looked around the house, it was quite stunning. It was about a hundred years old or so with a lot of natural woodwork, hardwood floors, and several fireplaces, it had a lot of character. It was beautifully maintained and decorated. Nathan led us upstairs to the guest room to drop my stuff off.
“I hope you don’t mind sleeping separate rooms” Nathan said, “we thought it best with Riley in the house.” Zach was standing behind him and started to protest.
I cut him off. “Not at all, whatever makes everyone more comfortable” I said. Yeah, I would’ve loved to sleep with Zach, but I got it. His parents were doing a great job of accepting him and us, but weren’t quite ready to hear their son getting his ass fucked down the hallway. Baby steps. I was just happy to be with him at Christmas.
After we dropped our luggage and Zach showed me his room, we went downstairs and put our gifts under the tree with the others. There was a pile of gifts for each family member, including me. His parents and sister came out into the living room, and we all sat around and talked for a while. I didn’t feel out of place or awkward, I felt like part of the family, We were laughing and getting along when Kelly got up saying, “It’s time to start dinner” and went into the kitchen. I instinctively followed and asked what I could do to help. “You cook?” she said with a surprised look on her face, she was quite beautiful. I could see some of Zach’s features in her.
“Yup, when you grow up in a house full of guys, you cook, or you don’t eat” I said. She just laughed, handed me a sack of potatoes, and told me to do whatever I wanted with them. I chuckled and started to peel and boil the rummaging around for butter, parmesan cheese, onion flakes, milk, etc.
“That looks good” She said, “you look like you know what you’re doing.” We puttered around the kitchen for the next hour getting to know each other. We got along great; she was an awesome lady. Then out of the blue she said “so, I’m sure Zach told you about his dad.” I just nodded and kept working. “It’s the elephant in the room. You can ask me anything about it” she said. I really hadn’t thought a lot about it, and I didn’t expect to have this discussion.
“I hadn’t really thought about it, but is it hard for you?” I asked, not really knowing what else to say.
“For me? No” she said. “I’ve got a good husband and an awesome family, he’s the one that really made the sacrifices, not me.” She said as she checked on the roast in the oven. “I know it’s difficult for him sometimes, because he wants something more, but he makes it work.”
I was afraid to ask too much because I didn’t want to stir anything up, but she talked so casually about it. I finally mustered up the courage to ask, “Aren’t you afraid he’ll give in to the urges… and….”
She shut the oven door, then reached into the cabinet to pull out the plates and started setting the kitchen table “he talks to me” she said. “He tells me when he’s having a rough time, I don’t know… we get through it. If he ever left me for a man, I’d get it. It would hurt like hell, but I’d get it. I just don’t think it’s going to happen.” Her tone still very casual as she moved around the table putting the dishes in place. We could hear the others laughing in the living room. “Relationships are so much more than sex. We’ve got a beautiful family and a great life together, urges are fleeting, family is what matters… no matter what it looks like. Nate knows that too.” She was very self-assured.
“I totally agree” I said smiling at her, “hell you want to see an odd-looking family I can show you a shitload of pictures.”
She cackled at my remark “Yeah, I guess you get that, don’t you” she said smiling. “Your family impressed the hell out of my son, that’s for sure. He hasn’t talked about anything else since he got back from Arizona” It was my turn to cackle at her remark.
“God, he fit in so perfectly. They freaking love your son.” I said.
She kept setting the table. “How about you?” she asked, now looking over the table, square into my eyes “Do YOU love my son?”
‘Wow, this conversation sure got bold and personal’ I thought to myself, but hell, what did I have to hide “Absolutely. I love everything about the guy. You raised my favorite person in the world.” That statement put a huge smile on her face.
“I’m glad he found you, Seth.” She said. “You’ve opened his eyes to so much. You know, since he got back from Arizona, he calls Riley all the time, he never did that.” I smiled at that idea; I know he wanted to be closer to her ever since he saw me and my brothers together. “He even came out to her, that was a huge step. They seem closer than ever. Plus, he actually goes to church! That’s all you.”
When Zach first told me about his dad, I felt sorry for Kelly, but now I was awed by her strength. This whole thing wasn’t thrust upon her. She knew about her husband before she married him, and they made the decision to be together. I was impressed that she empathized with her husband and realized hiding his bisexual side was hard on him, after all, the guy made a lot of sacrifices to have a family. I wondered if he was happy for Zach, or jealous because Zach can have the life he really wanted. Either way, his parents seemed truly happy together. His dad wasn’t leading some dirty, secret underground life, and his mom wasn’t some clueless victim sitting at home wishing her husband was straight. All the cards were on the table and, as a couple, they were awesome together. Their mixed-orientation marriage took a lot of strength and love. I admired their relationship.
Kelly and I finished making dinner and she called the rest of the family into the kitchen. They had a formal dining room, but that was for special occasions. That night we ate in the kitchen, I was just part of the family. The banter flew around the table, Zach and Riley gave each other shit like typical siblings, and Nathan and Kelly were truly enjoying the company of their kids. I felt right at home.
After dinner His mom poured us each a to-go mug full of hot chocolate and we piled into her Audi convertible. We were bundled up in layers with the heat cranked on high and the top down as we headed through the small town on a tour of the lights.
We were only about a block away when it started to snow, we left the top down. It was an awesome night, the little town was beautiful, I had never experienced anything like this. The whole scene was so Norman Rockwell, such a contrast from our Thanksgiving in Arizona. When we got back to the old house we sat around, ate popcorn, drank hot chocolate, and watched A Christmas Story, then Bad Santa. Zach sat on the floor with his back against the couch and his legs splayed open, and I laid in front of him with the back of my head on his stomach. Riley slept on the couch above us, and his parents sat next to each other cuddling on a loveseat. I felt as though his dad’s eyes were on us all night long, I wish I knew what he was thinking as he looked at us.
I fell asleep halfway through Bad Santa, and Zach shook me awake. The entire family moved upstairs to their bedrooms to go to sleep, the twinkle lights from the tree and the decorations outside lead the way. Zach kissed me goodnight at the doorway of the guest room as his dad watched us out of the corner of his eye.
The house was warm and quiet, and the bed was comfortable. I fell asleep almost instantly. About an hour into my slumber the bedroom door opened, and a warm body got in the bed behind me and two strong arms wrapped tight around me.
To be continued…
